[Zhongyingmei] An alien cub fell from the sky

Connor is not a boy without common sense, even if his real age is less than half a year old, but with Lex Luthor's memory imprinted, he basically knows everything that a boy of this age should know, even in scientific knowledge. In fact, it is completely at the level of a gifted teenager——Luthor took himself as the standard and instilled it with a discount of [-]%, but it was still amazing.

But Connor really only knows about fishing, he has never seen it with his own eyes, let alone done it.

If Connor were to go down the river to catch fish, with his eyesight and speed, it would take only a few minutes to catch all the fish in the entire river.But fishing, that's another story.The whole thing has little to do with physical strength until the fish is hooked.

Because of the influence of the system, Jonathan would be hooked by a fish every 2 minutes-even those fish were not original in the river, but were "refreshed" by the system, just like those hazelnuts.After fishing for a while, Jonathan also felt that it was not interesting, so he simply threw the fishing rod there and waited for the fish in the river to take the bait naturally.

Even so, Jonathan's [Fishing] level is not in vain, and the frequency of fishing is still not low.

However, Connor's bucket was still empty.

"You can't be in such a hurry." Jonathan glanced at Connor and shook his head, "It's really a good idea to rely on super vision to see through the water and move the bait to the fish's mouth. But you are too anxious to do it at all. It can make the bait simulate the appearance of the natural state, and the shaking speed makes it impossible for the fish to bite at all, and of course no fish will take the bait.”

Connor knew he wasn't doing too well, but it wasn't on purpose.Using a fishing rod and a thin fishing line to control the movement of the bait requires very delicate operations for ordinary people, let alone a Kryptonian like Connor.

The weather is fine today, and the sun is just right, which means that Connor's physical strength is almost unlimited... It also means that his strength is even growing continuously.

"Is there something wrong with your fishing rod?" Jonathan looked at it for a while, and found the clue, "Come, show me."

Connor let go of his hand with some embarrassment. The handle and wheel of the fishing rod had been crushed by him, and they were hanging there loosely.

Instead of changing a fishing rod for Connor, Jonathan took out a workbench, put the fishing rod on it and pinched it twice, and repaired it.

"Here, try again."

Facts proved that Jonathan's decision was correct, because it didn't take long for Connor to pinch the fishing rod again, and this time it broke even more severely, directly breaking it into two pieces.

Fortunately, with Jonathan around and his systematic ability, it didn't take much effort to fix the fishing rod.

It's not that Jonathan is stingy, and he can't even bear a few new fishing rods.In fact, these fishing rods were all made by Jonathan himself, and they were not worth much to him. If Jonathan wanted to, he could bring hundreds of fishing rods and let Connor practice slowly.

But that would be meaningless, Connor needs to control his own power, instead of "testing out the power that won't destroy it after damaging dozens of the same items."

Because if the item is exchanged for life, even Jonathan can't give him a chance to try again.

"Wait, I see that you have some problems every time you use your strength?" Jonathan frowned, and after repairing the fishing rod a few times, something appeared.

This is a new problem. Neither Clark nor Karl have ever encountered it. They didn't grasp it well at the beginning. They used too much strength, and then reduced it a little bit. After adjusting to a suitable level, they just got used to it.

But Connor was different. Jonathan saw that every time Connor exerted strength, he seemed to have no strength at first, and he couldn't hold things stably. Then he quickly increased his strength and used too much strength.

Connor is also aware of this problem, and he himself is also very distressed. Every time he exerts just the right amount of force, he always feels as if there is still a force in his body that cannot be exerted.

"In this case..." Jonathan thought for a while, and recalled the "settings" of the various versions of Superboy in his mind, "Do you still have the sticker Luthor gave you? Take one out and stick it on."

"But that thing will make me uncontrollable, I'm afraid it's not safe?" Connor was a little embarrassed. He had tried it once before, and he could only say that it was lucky that Clark was there, otherwise Connor might have demolished the building unintentionally. .

"It's okay, it's not out of control, it's just your true strength." Jonathan waved his hand, "You are in a state like wearing shackles, and you don't even know your true strength, so what's the matter?" Control? Besides, Carl and I are still here, it’s better than trying when you’re alone.”

Connor didn't say anything else. He took out a sticker and stuck it on his arm. He instantly showed a relaxed expression and shivered, as if he had taken medicine.

Jonathan looked at Connor, who was so energetic that he even floated into the air, and nodded in satisfaction. Before, he always thought that the thing Luthor gave would have some side effects that would make Connor manic and irritable. Now it seems that he wanted to Too much, at most, it is just some normal excitement after the young people are temporarily released from the depression and suddenly get, or restore a strong strength.

There are still some differences in Shazam's character before and after transformation.

"Okay, come down, this thing is time-limited, let's not waste it." Jonathan greeted Connor to land, these stickers given by Luthor are consumables, and one may only be enough for a few in a fierce battle. Minutes, but if they just want to test and practice their strength, the duration should be much longer.

Connor obediently fell to the ground and picked up the fishing rod again.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the fishing rod broke again.

But this time was different from before. The fishing rod broke the moment Connor touched it.

"Let me just say, if you want to control the power, you have to use it as it is." Jonathan repaired the fishing rod with satisfaction, and handed it to Connor.Connor is different from Clark. Clark's superpowers were awakened little by little from childhood, so when he was a child, he still experienced the feeling of full release, and it was during that time that he learned the basics of power control.

It won't work now. If Clark fully releases his power, the earth will probably disappear in an instant.Even for Connor, it is very easy to tear down a city without anyone stopping him.So for Connor, practicing power control is even more difficult than for Clark.

"Well, Grandpa Jonathan, do you want to stay away from me first?" Connor didn't take the fishing rod, but looked down at the ground where he had stepped on two footprints, "I can't control myself right now."

"It's okay," Jonathan patted Connor's shoulder instead, "Don't worry, young man, the time I've been dealing with people with superpowers is far longer than you think."

It is estimated that no one on the entire planet is more familiar with the abilities of Kryptonians than Jonathan. Clark was trained by him, and so is Karl now.As for Connor, it was the smallest problem.Although it makes Connor sad to say this, under normal circumstances, Connor's power, especially the type of superpower...may not be as good as Xiaokrypton.

Connor never thought that fishing would be such an exhausting task, especially when he was fishing while practicing control of his strength.

Fortunately, after a whole day of tossing and using three more stickers, Connor finally found the feeling that he could control it under normal conditions, and finally caught more than half a bucket of fish.But after all this tossing, even a Kryptonian is exhausted, mainly because of heart fatigue.So after dinner and a shower, Connor fell asleep.

……

"boom!"

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Early the next morning, when Jonathan woke up together, recalling the movement he had heard in his half-dream last night, he sighed knowingly, opened the storage box, tapped some decoration materials, and walked to Connor's room.

He had renovated the room once, and now it had to be overhauled again.

"Connor, are you in there?" Jonathan knocked on the door.

"boom."

The door of the room fell backwards.

Now even Jonathan was shocked, the stray bullet actually hit the door bolt?That's ok, kid, the angle is so amazing!

But that's normal. After all, aren't everyone, like Clark and Carl, used to sleeping on their backs, and can keep them up all night?

As soon as the door was knocked down, Jonathan saw a half-topped Connor awkwardly trying to put on the only pair of ripped jeans—obviously, these jeans were not ripped in the first place, but compared to the ones in the closet. Those brothers and sisters, it is still slightly less casualties.

"Sorry, Grandpa Jonathan..." Connor held his unbuttoned pants in one hand and scratched his head with the other, "I will..."

"Hey, why are both of them like this..." Jonathan sighed and waved his hands, "It's none of your business here, give me 5 minutes to restore this room, as for your clothes, it should be hopeless, after Make new ones. Go to Carl first, he should have some clothes and shorts that you can barely wear. By the way, Carl!"

When Jonathan turned his head, Karl appeared behind him at some point: "You take Connor to your room first, and teach him some...necessary knowledge and...rules."

Carl nodded, grabbed Connor, and disappeared in front of Jonathan.

Jonathan also started to restore the room, and while decorating, he collected some interesting...souvenirs, and put them together with Clark's and Carl's.

Speaking of which, it was Jonathan who taught Clark himself, and then Clark mentored Carl, and now Carl became Connor's mentor. Is this... a kind of tradition in the Kent family?Or... Inheritance?

In this way, is it short of a small krypton?

"Wang!"

Little Krypton wagged his tail and rushed to Jonathan's feet to rub against him.

"No, I didn't call you!" Jonathan's expression changed, "Wait, Krypton, you should be an adult dog, right? I remember you should also be a boy? No, how long does it take for Kryptonian dogs to become sexually mature?" Come? Nothing will happen next spring, right..."

If something really happened to Xiao Krypton, it would be much more troublesome than those three!

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感谢在2020-10-1600:10:01~2020-10-1700:52:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Little Meow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!